Sanatombi Angomcha


A Gruesome Guy - Poem by Sanatombi Angomcha

The road silent and somnolent
With a tranquil speech of its own
The only thuds of weary steps tapping
Down the narrow impoverished street
The dull street lamp half-yawns
And the old park bench shivers
A loaf of yesterday’s bread in his hand
A bottle of ale already half-empty
A disinterested smile he flicked
And walked towards his cottage
# The tattered unlocked cottage
Where broken dreams and shattered hopes
Scatter here and there all around #
Aint no wood to kindle the hearth
Aint no stove to cook supper
Aint no company to cherish him
A loathsome life that he leads
Shunned away from everyone


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  • Rookie - 0 Points Herojit Philem (1/10/2012 7:49:00 AM)

    Really a nice poem....I like it..! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011


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